The telephone rang

on the coconut line

she said she was fine

but I knew better

I'd read the letter

that said

"I just wish that I belonged...somewhere

I wish 

here was there..."

 

I told her about the King

& that this thing

we call Identity

can only really

be found

on the ground

of life in Him

 

a thin

p a u s e

 

then a thousand doors

that held in the mulatto's cry

flung open underneath the sky

of black, white

brown & red

they said

"Who has seen the wrong

or listened to our hearts song?"

 

the coconut line crackled

 

I wish, she said

that people would hear my voice

& simply make the choice

to 

love me

 

They will, I said

but first 

your head

must meet

greet

embrace

face

your heart

& start

to hear it say

 

"I am the fairest maiden of all

I stand tall

under the shadow of His

mighty hand

bland I am not

but rich in hue

of royal nobility

agility

& strength entwine

are mine

in Him"

 

We talked a while

I heard her smile

the light of the mulatto's cry

now able to fly

in peace

across a myriad of places

faces

of black, white, red

&

beautiful

beautiful

beautiful

brown

 

 

 

"For there is neither Jew, nor Gentile, slave nor free, nor is there male and female

for you are all one in Christ Jesus"

     Galatians 3:28